Father, as little ones we come to Thee;
As tender lambs unto the shepherd who,
Filled with compassion for their halting steps.
Doth stay his own. with arms outstretched to woo
The weaklings to his warm, enfolding breast!
Give us that trusting, childlike, potent faith
That never doubts, but takes Thee at Thy word;
No questions asking, "Why?" or "Whence?" or "Where?"
But sweet confiding in the power conferred
By Thee on all who in Thy guidance rest.
Grant us Thy peace; fill us with truth and love—
The peace, the truth, the love that never fail
To meet our every need, to lift us higher,
Heedless of storm or error's blinding hail,
Until we reach the long-sought, sun-crowned crest.
